journal 10/10

oh look i just wrote something else! all that transcribing a journal made me want to write another one, so i just did.

hi dad, i know you're reading this, so i'd like to say that some of this is fiction and some is not.

10/10
Thursdays was date night. Edija and I would go to the Denny's on Riverside and Franklin, but we wouldn't go alone. TJ had to come along to dramatize anything that could happen. He was like a little bard, spewing abstract crap about what we were doing.

But we wouldn't eat at the Denny's. In fact, we wouldn't even go inside. We'd just park in the lot and walk across the street to the Sinclair station first. TJ would go inside and buy eggs because he was Hmong and most of the neighborhood was Hmong, so he wouldn't stand out. I looked like a boy then. I wonder if Edija was actually gay because he hated me when I grew my hair out that winter. I think we broke up over it.

Edija had gray-blue hair at that point, I think. It made him look like Anderson Cooper. We were just too obvious. So TJ bought the eggs.

I have no idea why we did this, but one day when we were driving around the neighborhood, Edija pulled over and said, "Dude, let's go egg Denny's."

And so we did. First it was one egg carton, then three, and finally we would watch TJ balance a tower of egg crates as he hobbled towards us. And then we'd find our favorite brown brick side and start throwing.

I swear when we did this we weren't high or anything. Like I said I don't know why we did any of it. Crazy unwashed people would honk at us as they drove past, leaning out their windows and cheering us on. To them we must have been a blank symbol of anything they were mad at. Some would say "Bush knocked down the towers!" or "Death to corporations!" or "Make abortion a health right!" We'd wave at them and keep throwing eggs. I'm glad it made someone happy.